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THE NOBLE FISHERMAN. |
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" Simon, wilt thou be my man ?
And good round wages He give thee ; I have as good a ship of my own ss
As any sails upon the sea.
" Anchors and planks thou shalt not want, Masts and ropes that are so long: "
" And if you thus do furnish me,"
Said Simon, " nothing shall goe wrong." «
They pluckt up anchor, and away did sayle,
More of a day then two or three; "When others cast in their baited hooks,
The bare lines into the sea cast he.
" It will be long," said the master then, u
" Ere this great lubber do thrive on the sea;
I'le assure you he shall have no part of our fish, For in truth he is no part worthy."
" 0 woe is me ! " said Simon then,
" This day that ever I came here ! so
I wish I were in Plompton parke,
In chasing of the fallow deere.
" For every clowne laughs me to scorne,
And they by me set nought at all; If I had them in Plompton park, 55
I would set as little by them all." |
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